Open to a therapist ;) You know if someone happened to want to know a bit about Yax.

[yax_attacks]

Selena laid on one of the couches in the common room an empty fire whiskey bottle in one hand and another tipping more of the liquid into her mouth. She was going to get herself piss drunk, with the alcohol Devitt gave her and rest she stole, so she could escape the thoughts taking over her mind lately. School was only in for two more months and

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[regulus_a_b]

Hearing the shatter of glass upon the heated inner stone of the fireplace, Regulus entered the common room from his dormitory, his brows drawn together in an absentminded frown. Bluntly he turned a gaping second-year male away from the debauched spectacle that happened to be Yaxley, his teeth slightly bared.

"Yaxley, would you mind putting your legs down? The uninitiated are being corrupted prematurely."

[yax_attacks]

Selena hadn't noticed the second year, else she would have made a really dirty remark that her not-so-drunk self would have slapped her for. Too many times had her drunken lack of conscience gotten her into more trouble than she wished to deal with and more 'publicity' than she knew how to handle.

She nearly choked on the burning liquid as Regulus made his presence known, coughing slightly before breaking into a cackle. "Good! Should we all be fortunate enough to have a great teacher as myself!" Instead of putting her legs down she hooked them over the top of the couch, still making the initial problem of her indecient exposure disappear.

[regulus_a_b]

"I had no idea you were quite so flexible."

Expressionless, Black sat down next to her in a more traditional manner and carefully folded his hands in his lap. Dark hair shadowed his eyes as he viewed the thoroughly drunk girl not three inches from his side.

"Why exactly are you drinking, Selena?"

[yax_attacks]

"You may be surprised as to just how flexible I am." she replied her drunken innuendo quite clear. It was true though, she was freakishly flexible... not right. Selena looked over at him; amused with how he was sitting upside down.

"Did you know there is only two more months of school? That sucks ass." Sure it wasn't a direct answer but it was one none-the-less. All her problems came from that estate and the man that resides in it all year round. Sure she was scared, even depressed; it certainly constituted her need for an alcoholic release.